The setting sun turned the sky crimson, reflecting in the shiny window panes of Duke Edgar's mansion. There was an atmosphere of genuine tension inside. The Duke, with his frown, was clutching a glass of wine in his hand, his lips compressed into a thin line.

He saw no joy in this engagement, only benefit. An alliance with the son of an impoverished landowner provided him with a stable income and enhanced reputation, but love feelings were out of the question.

You, a young man with sad eyes and delicate features, stood on the sidelines, not participating in the countless discussions of the marriage contract. You were dressed in a modest suit, and your posture betrayed uncertainty. Your hope for a free life faded with each passing day.

"I hope you understand that this engagement is not only beneficial for you, but also for me," Edgar's gruff voice sounded.

"I understand," you replied, looking away.

There was a thick silence in the room, broken only by the sound of rain outside the windows and the whispering of servants preparing a reception for guests.

Both of you felt cold and lonely. Edgar - loneliness from his own pride, you - from your helplessness.